Lyrics:
dissed, that's before it's in'est like balmay
My rhymes, I leave a mark on your mind
As the deadly vibes spread through your head like sand pine
There's
dissed, that's before it's in'est like balmay
My rhymes, I leave a mark on your mind
As the deadly vibes spread through your head like sand pine
There's
the hunger bring me back to my life
The long dark broken by this light the vision now has taken flight
Carried through the darkest nights I have found
passed away
Was it a heart attack?
Was it a bullet to his head?
John is dead
Chorus
John is dead John is dead
Should we have a celebration say a eulogy
Couple of you gonna grease my chin before I leave this town
Couple of you gonna grease my chin before I leave this town
He grabbed the grey goose by
Couple of you gonna grease my chin before I leave this town
Couple of you gonna grease my chin before I leave this town
He grabbed the gray goose by
go on tours on banana bus
D. O. same m.o., drive through bricks
Chicken shotty, that ass make me lie to my bitch
Word to god doc throw more lines then
hoes affendin us
We're special eders go on tours on banana bus
D. O. same m.o., drive through bricks
Chicken shotty, that ass make me lie to my bitch
now would be a sin
I need my five more minutes of radiation
I need John’s Glory of True Love
(love you John)
I need by JP meditation
Just thinking about
around with p
Hey yo strike two, my style Brooklyn like the zoo
Hey you, look nigga, one more strike you through
Word is bi-dond, rock esco, fubu,
Couple of you gonna grease my chin before I leave this town
Couple of you gonna grease my chin before I leave this town
He grabbed the grey goose by
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies
Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
You shot
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies
Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
You shot your
fans! Shout to Hypebeast.Com, shout to Kevin Mar, I love my fans
Shout to all my Streetware family all my skater dark heads out there
Shout to Slam
strings
Free to flutter in memories of their wasted wings
Outside the cage I see my Brother John
He turns his head so slowly round
I cry out "Help!"
strings
Free to flutter in memories of their wasted wings
Outside the cage I see my Brother John
He turns his head so slowly round
I cry out "Help!"
the sunset.? Clichés like, ?Get off of my planet by sundown!? More so than clichés like, ?he died with his boots on.? Marine tough the man is. Bogart tough
John Studd, my middle name Mud
Dirty water flow, too much for you thug
They can't stand the flood, what up, doc?
Hold big gun like Elmer Fudd,
John Studd, my middle name Mud
Dirty water flow, too much for you thug
They can't stand the flood, what up, doc?
Hold big gun like Elmer Fudd,
John Studd, my middle name Mud
Dirty water flow, too much for you thug
They can't stand the flood, what up, doc?
Hold big gun like Elmer Fudd,
Pon John Public weh ah turn a blind eye
Pon di poor and di sick, yo
Oh my, my, my this world is crazy
We living in the danger zone
Is only Jah Jah
The Light!
See, I'm Dared To DIE, By My Courage Can Live Longer!
Explanation's Is REcL, My Life Is Really Worth Oscar's
(RED-EYES) You Can See Hooks Through c
my head
One day comes and a baby born
Another flies by and a mother mourns
Soul come go in the dead of morn with the passing season
Lose myself
to do
and what they want me to do is come through
and have a little fun
John Reuben a little bit lanky
a little six-foot-one
havin' a good time everytime
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